”Stalton shrugged and pulled a key out of a small bag he had with him and slid it into a lock on the side of the coffin. After a quick turn, a snapp...ng sound indicated that the lid had been unlocked. He looked at the young guy, really not wanting to have to be the one to open the thing up. Carlo sensed this, so he went ahead and lifted the lid back and peered inside.There, lying barefoot in her pajamas was Saema, relatively unchanged from when she had been sealed in the coffin back in. It was Tyree.Wow , I thought to myself, I could see his naked black chest.He had muscles every where.We had never actually talked to each other, I had only seen him at the trackand at some parties.- Well who do we have here, if it isn't one of the track teams cheerleaders, Jenny isn't it. Tyree asked.- Yes, I'm here to see your sister.- Well come in then, she's upstairs, he told me.- I hear your little boyfriend lost the race at the track today, Tyree said.- Really, I said.- Yeah, but he was. Became subtly more sexual. I think in part by my state of mind, and in part intentionally. There was more bending over at the hips instead of kneeling, already sheer fabric stretching thinner over her ass in normal situations, yet nothing that could be called out as unusual, the sort of obvious presentation that can escape anybody else aside from the already alert. I typically wear boxer briefs, but I found myself pulling on boxers whenever she'd visit. I'd abandoned them years ago, mainly. Her dress extended below her jacket a little, though it was only a little, and stopped before it reached halfway down her thighs. The material hugged her hips and accentuated her shaped figure. My gaze lowered and I felt my head tilt to the side to take in the sight of her legs. They were bare, equally as smooth and flawless as the rest of her and belonged on a cat walk. She finished them off with small heels, strappy on top. She was aware of my attentions; she pivoted to the side and turned.